A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

the one who picked

building with windows that had a Light green

so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in

no matter how beautiful

window, looking outside. His thin stature made

had almost given up

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months

glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,”

seemed like he had

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when he heard

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

her favorite food,” Mark

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and

never did. It seemed it was better

call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

him

the bed, and a nurse came in

Mark

got weaker

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

He dreamed that he

almost

alive. He had lived two months longer than

a glass of water and medicine in his

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

seemed like he

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today

nose twitched when he heard

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

also her favorite food,” Mark

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been

heard this, he began to

stopped and

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

better not call her,”

to give

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on

Mark looked sideways at the

grip on his phone got weaker

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time,

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

behavior was much like

a while and call him

Cecilia in his dream

his arms and gently stroked his

point, Mark

hospital room were white, just like

closed

he needed to have more

over

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

plump foreign nurse was in the

home. He missed his

cooked, and the apartment on Gamous

couldn’t change anything

would never give up as long as

him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

determined to stay strong

he was finding it difficult

started to make paper planes. He knew how much

Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that

he wanted to go

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

back to the

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

are still warm,” he said

the paper planes Mark had been making

arranged the paper planes and smiled

have some of your

Mark only actually

more than

putting it in his mouth, he put down the

eyes and looked

and

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

now, it was around 4

upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

broke into

silly boy,” he

he decided to answer the phone. It was an

sounded

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

had given birth to a girl that had been

so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

silence, Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive

except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

in the first half of his life.

sniffed and put down the

duration of the call, he never even dared to ask to

in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia

happy to hear this and he

he said

a good sign on the first day of the

began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

home to see Cecilia and their

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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